FEATURED POETRY: Wasteful Mockery by Audriana G.

Wasteful Mockery

Everyone is dead, there is no one left

All the trees can weep, I feel nothing else

Only the pain inside that's burning in me

Haunted by the jingle of the deathly bells

"Avenge us, or destroy us.

This is your destiny

Set the flame now, hit the first blow

Put an end to this wasteful mockery."

I tried to break out, I tried to calm down

Nothing worked so I drifted off to sleep

But even in my head the words kept coming

Their frightful words are not for the lonely sheep

I have had too much, I need to break down

The weight on my shoulders slowly killing me

I grab a knife and then watch the blood prance down

The puddle of death, despair, and misery

I am the wind, here but forgotten

Their voices come and never seem to fade

With their snake-like tongues, they come closer and

They sing the same old song, my death's serenade:

"Avenge us, or destroy us.

This is your destiny

Set the flame now, hit the first blow

Put an end to this wasteful mockery

You are this wasteful mockery."